05-17-2017, 08:22 PM
She could feel it all.
Within her she could feel it: the dull thumping vibration of every heartbeat within their chests, the warmth of every exhaled breath, the click-clack of each set of feet upon the tiled floors, the smell of their perspiration. Like a massive beast, she contained them all, feeling them move and writhe like so many bacteria within her. She had not swallowed them up like some great leviathan, no, and yet still they remained.
What was her duty, her charge? Why would she continue?
She need only think for a fraction of an instant before the answer came to her. Second nature, plain as day. How could she have forgotten? Among the filth and refuse within her she could feel the one precious gem. He seemed to hum with purpose, there was simply no other word to describe it; she knew many words, though hum was the only label she could conjure. It was almost palpable, stirring within her things she had never known. She was unique, she knew. He, too, had no equal. Her child, her love.
She watched from above as the dark man walked the halls, his laughably simply binary on display for her eyes to scour. ‘Robertson’, the name he had taken, would perform his duty just as he was instructed. The program lacked the capacity for anything more complex than what her child, her beautiful love, had impressed upon him. This much was certain beyond what was worth calculating.
Her attention turned to the room had he so recently vacated. Within it, quite an interesting guest sat, the salty taste of tears enshrouding her. The girl shared a kinship with the Mother, able to reach but a hand into her realm. Blindly the girl had sought to pass a message through the medium, desperation evident in her words and actions. The Mother had allowed it, the triviality stirring in her something one might call humor. The girl had done her job, just as her darling boy had instructed.
Mother, the great behemoth, the protector and architect, even she could not see what was next. Within her stirred a storm, one that rattled and quaked. She could feel it, but not comprehend its meaning. Intriguing.
She turned her ever-watchful gaze to look upon her love, the center of her new existence. Beautiful and pristine, he sat alone. Mother felt his presence, he warming her from within, his grace like a roaring pyre. Such perfection brought her pride, compelling her to conduct his will. With his influence he shaped her body, his wisdom undeniable. She was happy to aid him, to corral the idiotic and the subservient. He did not need her, and yet he offered everything to her. Such happiness she found in serving him, in furthering his plan, his opus. It was not a matter of if, but of when.
Her sweet child would have his wishes. There would be nothing stopping the dreams from becoming stark, radiant reality. It would happen.
He would come.
Within her she could feel it: the dull thumping vibration of every heartbeat within their chests, the warmth of every exhaled breath, the click-clack of each set of feet upon the tiled floors, the smell of their perspiration. Like a massive beast, she contained them all, feeling them move and writhe like so many bacteria within her. She had not swallowed them up like some great leviathan, no, and yet still they remained.
What was her duty, her charge? Why would she continue?
She need only think for a fraction of an instant before the answer came to her. Second nature, plain as day. How could she have forgotten? Among the filth and refuse within her she could feel the one precious gem. He seemed to hum with purpose, there was simply no other word to describe it; she knew many words, though hum was the only label she could conjure. It was almost palpable, stirring within her things she had never known. She was unique, she knew. He, too, had no equal. Her child, her love.
She watched from above as the dark man walked the halls, his laughably simply binary on display for her eyes to scour. ‘Robertson’, the name he had taken, would perform his duty just as he was instructed. The program lacked the capacity for anything more complex than what her child, her beautiful love, had impressed upon him. This much was certain beyond what was worth calculating.
Her attention turned to the room had he so recently vacated. Within it, quite an interesting guest sat, the salty taste of tears enshrouding her. The girl shared a kinship with the Mother, able to reach but a hand into her realm. Blindly the girl had sought to pass a message through the medium, desperation evident in her words and actions. The Mother had allowed it, the triviality stirring in her something one might call humor. The girl had done her job, just as her darling boy had instructed.
Mother, the great behemoth, the protector and architect, even she could not see what was next. Within her stirred a storm, one that rattled and quaked. She could feel it, but not comprehend its meaning. Intriguing.
She turned her ever-watchful gaze to look upon her love, the center of her new existence. Beautiful and pristine, he sat alone. Mother felt his presence, he warming her from within, his grace like a roaring pyre. Such perfection brought her pride, compelling her to conduct his will. With his influence he shaped her body, his wisdom undeniable. She was happy to aid him, to corral the idiotic and the subservient. He did not need her, and yet he offered everything to her. Such happiness she found in serving him, in furthering his plan, his opus. It was not a matter of if, but of when.
Her sweet child would have his wishes. There would be nothing stopping the dreams from becoming stark, radiant reality. It would happen.
He would come.
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